And the beetle walks. The spit drops onto the square patch of earth. We smile nice for the spider. Thorn bushes lined the edge of the field. We pushed through best we could but became stuck near the spiders large web. ‘Haven’t you time to discuss?’ asked the spider. ‘We’ve just seen the beetle.’ we replied. ‘Have you now? It’s not possible.’ We paused at the spiders untruth. ‘Certainly we did see the beetle. Soon the beetle will be near your web.’ ‘Nonsense, there aren’t any beetles and we all know this. You included.’ The thorns dug into our hips and elbows pushing us nearer the web. ‘You mean our memories are not of a beetle we’ve seen and to replace it with another?’ we asked the spider? ‘There is no beetle.’ said the spider. ‘But what if we insist there was a beetle?’ we asked. The thorns gripped and yanked then pushed.
The Cigar and Wine went well.
In the most serendipitous of moments time rolled on for us as though it were a wheel because we asked it to. Then it again became it’s true layered self; a figment of our imagination. We curl our lids and pray it to be.
Why bother do a thing as to think? The boy asked the rock. Why bother? That’s like asking light to crawl to its sprint and then not to bend. It’s already happened and will continue and now let’s even say it’s possible to bend quicker and travel faster. Thinking isn’t over. No. It’s just begun.
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We tried to clean the mess. The boy ran to tell the story, but his mother didn’t care to listen. She pretended to listen and he told himself to never forget. If he couldn’t tell his mother he couldn’t tell anyone and it was better to remember to not tell than to tell.
There’s a bench at the end of the path. The bench faces a line of pine trees. Just on the other side of the trees lies the answers. Someday we’ll sit on the bench and discuss what’s to know. A frog hops near. We ask the frog if we ought to wait before we walk within the trees and he replies, ‘Wait. Wait. If you wait enough you’ll remember to wait and forget to not.’ We asked the frog what that means because we weren’t sure we heard him right and the frog told us, ‘Something will because you asked.’
Let’s watch the blank slate. It draws imagery and though our eyes are closed we still view because it’s within. We then try to draw for ourselves. We know it’s a lie and we’ve learned the best way to move forward is truth. We’re walking. This time in a Forrest filled with large pine trees. The trees are leaking their pitch and we become stuck. We ask the tree why it’s so difficult to move forward and the tree replies that it’s not difficult. You’re only stuck because you came back. As soon as you remember you’ve already left you’ll be there again.